It was a misty, moisty morning

Saturday, 16 Apr 2022

It was a misty, moisty morning

When all the world was new

The pale, pinky dawning

Moved and melded with the dew

The sky and sea were soft

A milky, muted hue

Like a sun-brushed silken painting

For the daybreak daring few


Kintsugi: Golden Joinery

A blind man’s fingers
Would trace a path
Across the knotted folds
Of knobbled flesh;

Linger over loss lines

Feel the weeping writ there

Punctuation Poems

O! Most Excellent Exclamation!
My Sweet Semi-colon

The Arms of the World

There is a place I go
High on a cliff

This Particular Day

The yellow-fingered dawn
takes me hand
as if to say


What a word
‘wistful’ is –

Definitely not getting up to run at dawn

I lie in bed,
reach for the screen